My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Before storm

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} This chapter includes sexual activity . If you don't like it just skip the pages {

We waited a few moments before sneaking quietly back into the house. My whole body was burning with need, and I didn't know why. Why would I react to him like this? None of it made sense.

As soon as we stepped into my room, I shut and locked the door. My heart was racing.

"How did that even happen?" I asked, glancing at him. "You're not supposed to... you know..."

Miles only shrugged. But I couldn't stop staring. He was clearly aroused, and my face flushed instantly.

"Let's just... chill," I mumbled. "I don't even know what I want."

"Would you like me to satisfy your desires now?" he asked, voice smooth and unfazed.

"Jesus Christ!" I snapped, flustered. "You're way too bold for a glorified toaster."

I tried to shake it off. But the truth was, I was attracted to him. It didn't make sense, it didn't have to-but it was there.

I couldn't help myself. My patience snapped, and I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him. His eyes widened, but he didn't resist. My lips found his, hungry and wild, while my hands roamed. He didn't need to breathe, but I was panting already. I pinned his wrists down, even though he wasn't trying to escape.

Eventually, I pulled back to catch my breath, studying his expression.

"Too fast?" I asked.

"A little," he replied honestly.

I sat up. Of course. I hadn't even asked. I just assumed because he wasn't human, it didn't matter.

"Sorry. I didn't stop to think... if you even wanted it. I didn't mean to be a jerk."

He sat up too, keeping me in place.

"You're right-I don't feel in the way humans do. But there's more to it. It's not just about consent."

I groaned. "Yeah, because we're both guys."

He smiled faintly. "If that bothered me, I'd have stopped you the first time you kissed me."

That shut me up. He was always one step ahead.

"Then what's wrong?"

He hesitated. "You're already upset knowing I'll be gone in a few months. I don't want you getting even more attached. I don't want to hurt you. I'm just a machine, Will. You deserve real people."

His voice... there was something in it. Something soft. Sad. Too human for comfort.

"But I don't want you to go. You're the only one who gets me. Miles, please... don't do this."

He looked away. "I wish I didn't have to leave. But I warned you-that's how I was made."

"But you're mine," I whispered.

He smiled again, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Do you even want to... you know?"

He gently pushed me off. "I can't. Not like this. Not when I know you'll regret it. You're not ready. And I don't want to be a mistake you try to forget."

It stung. My pride ached more than anything. I stood and fixed my clothes.

"Fine. I was just teasing anyway. Like I'd seriously want a robot."

"Will... come on. I know you don't mean that. You're just hurt."

"Shut up. Get out. You're not some noble martyr-you're just a machine who thinks he knows better."

"Please-"

"LEAVE!"

He didn't argue. He got up, brushing himself off. His usual bright expression had dimmed. He looked... empty.

"Find me when you're calm. I'm not angry."

He walked out. I threw a book after him. It hit the door.

"You don't know what I need! I don't need anyone!"

I collapsed onto the bed, face buried in the pillows, screaming into the fabric. It was the only way not to cry.

God, I was so stupid to think I found someone who understood me. That's what I get for being naive.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I did need something real. But right now? All I had was this damn ache in my chest-and silence.